Now that you are here
Sit with me, have a sip
This luscious deep-crimson-magenta hue
Will stain your lips with the colour of romance
And reach deeper
Its vapours seep into your veins
Slowly
Not the mad rush of the first love of adolescent minds
But the slow indelible attraction of every gaze held, just a little longer
The blush of your heart will tinge your cheek
Till its rhythmic reverberations pour out in laughter and makes music with mine
….
Now that you are here
Let us pour from the half empty reservoir of our middle-aged hearts
And get intoxicated in the sparkle of our eyes
Dancing on the edge of the shimmering glass
….
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